Flowers are definitely my muse. But as much as I love their exquisite beauty, I am finding more and more that I am drawn to those small imperfections. The falling petals, the brown spots, the chew marks where some insect has had a feast. The windblown or rain beaten blooms shimmer for me. But still they are exquisitely beautiful.
And so it is with us humans, when we are windblown, rain beaten or chewed on by life, the exquisite beauty is there to shine forth. If only we will stop and see.

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “On the Way.”</blockquote
One petal on the sidewalk from my one tulip. The intricacy of the swath of yellow could easily have been missed in my rush to be on my way.